A cool breeze hits my face. My skin is covered by the cold like a mask. I close my eyes and breathe it in. It’s brisk, it sticks within my nose and seems to freeze my lungs.
The brown hair previously resting on my cheeks blows gently away, swirling delicately in the wind. My body comes alive and the goose bumps begin, then spread, covering me quickly.
The snow crunches beneath my boots. I can feel it beneath me, giving way as I walk.
It’s so still and darkness lingers, though the sun starts to sneak over the trees, glowing through the ridge top like a flame.
The chill grips me but I can’t stop staring, completely hypnotized by the grace and soft beauty of the winter morning.
The snow glitters in the beams of the street lights and the Christmas lights twinkle and shine.
The colors dance in the twilight, blinking their reds, greens and blues, about to give way to golden morning.
The early morning calm sweeps over me like an ocean wave and pushes my worries away, out to the wild blue. For a moment I just exist. My mind is clear and my heart is light.
I’m just one person in a big, beautiful world.